Pocong Novels & Stories

"Oh, Las Vegas is the life!" Amanda gave a big whoop, a big grin on her face. She had just cheated some men off their money in a game, and as usual, underestimating the power of a young woman, they were too stupid to notice that she cheated. She was interrupted from her happy thought by a vibration then chime that came from her phone. With a sigh, she pulled it out, it was probably the guys worrying over her as usual. They acted all tough because of how big they were but deep down, they were just cuddly bears, she giggled at that thought.

Soft duty. Shin was still crying. Even his sobs grew louder. Maybe Mrs. Duty is now wet from Shin's tears. "I have no one in this world. I have nothing in this world. I have no people who love me. Everyone hates me. I'm just a loser who should have chosen suicide. Well, I should have died. So now let me die!" ***

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Not only were they fast and massive, but it seemed another dozen emerged from Amino’s side. Maxim looked down at Conan. “Who are you?” “My name is Conan, Maxim.” Conan used disrespectful intonation when addressing the owner of the beautiful griffin. ‘Well… he will die soon anyway.’ “How dare you talk down on me.” Maxim was utterly enraged upon receiving his disrespectful attitude. Both of them glared at each other and refused to back down. “Attack.” Conan was mesmerized by the shield but he also had another idea. “Deactivate your defense.” He was talking into the walkie-talkie.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

Peace begins to make some sneaky move making me realise she's about to leave me alone with these random guys. Ah! this idiot would do anything to get some d*** inside her. she waves her stupid hands at me signifying her disappearance. Great! I mutter to myself. I suddenly begin to feel bored having no familiar face around sucks pretty much. "Hey, a guy greeted." "Hi" "I'm Andrew." "Vivian" "Nice meeting you Vee, I've heard a lot about you." "Guess you are one of Peace's friends then." "Yeah, she flaunts about you every time, saying how amazing you are."

"I'm sorry but I've been busy." Nico's gaze shifted to me and he looked back at Higan with a smile. "You finally brought someone? Is he the one keeping you busy?" "Hi," I greeted nervously. Nico leaned on the counter, his platinum blonde hair falling over his eyes slightly. "Hi. What's your name?" "Jamie." "Nice to meet you, Jamie. I'm glad that you're together with Hig. He sometimes wanders about like a lost soul with all his talk about not being able to love freely."

Cain's father admitted, shrugging. As soon as the words had left his lips, the window behind us shattered into a thousand shards of glass. We all ducked and I looked up just in time to see the large black wolf leaping over me and latching its mouth onto Weber's jaw. In one swift and bloody movement, Weber's head was detached from his body and hanging from Cain's mouth. Zak grabbed me as I saw Cain begin to morph back into a human. Before either of us could blink, Cain stood in front of Zak and head-butted him.

"You're not alone in this, Aqua. We're family, and we'll get through anything together." Aqua said goodbye to her grandmother and headed to school. As Aqua stepped outside the gate, she saw Damon standing beside his truck, the sunlight casting a golden glow over his dark skin, which gleamed with a healthy sheen. His tall, athletic frame was impossible to miss, exuding both strength and grace. Standing at 6'3", Damon was the epitome of physical perfection, his broad shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist, every muscle sculpted as if by an artist's hand.

For someone that does not really like foods like that, he sure ate many boxes of pizza. “Why….I…” I stopped in my tracks. I didn't know how to start the conversation. “What? Cat got your tongue Pinecrust?” He asked. He was a couple of feet away from me one minute, the next, he was right in front of my face. “Stop that.” I told him, angrily. “Stop what? I have no idea what you're talking about.” He joked and stepped back. “You know what you're doing. Stop calling me that in a mocking tone.”